From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 189: Chapter 189

Inside the president's office at Vanderbilt Group, Dominick stared at his phone's darkened screen and let out a cold laugh. He thought, 'Paisley, once again, it has nothing to do with me, huh?'
He tossed his phone aside and pressed the intercom button. "Send Julian in."
Julian, who had been handling other tasks, rushed over as soon as he received a call from the secretary's office.
Initially, he thought Dominick had some urgent work for him, but when he saw the secretaries' uneasy and somewhat fearful expressions, he sensed that something was off.
He immediately knew that Dominick calling him over had to be related to Paisley. After all, Paisley was the only person who could make Dominick—who was always composed at work—lose his temper and break down.
Even though Julian had mentally prepared himself, he still found his breath hitching when he knocked and stepped into the office.
Defeated and lifeless, Dominick was completely off—he looked just like he did four years ago when he found out Paisley had left him for good.
"Mr. Vanderbilt," Julian called out cautiously, but Dominick didn't respond.
Dominick sat slumped in his chair, his head hanging low, as if he had stopped breathing altogether.
The office was deathly silent.
Julian took a deep breath. "Dom, are you okay?"
After a brief hesitation, he braced himself and asked, "Did Paisley do something again?"
'Why can't that woman just stay by Dom's side?'Julian thought.
It was true that there had been misunderstandings because of Marissa before.
But now that everything had been cleared up, and there were no fundamental issues between them.
Besides, they had two kids together. 'How could Paisley be so selfish?' thought Julian.
The moment Paisley's name was mentioned, Dominick finally reacted—his shoulders trembled slightly as he slowly lifted his head.
Seeing Dominick's face, Julian froze again, thinking, 'Why are Dom's eyes red? Did he... cry?'
"Dom..." Julian wasn't sure how to comfort him. He had no experience with relationships.
Dominick straightened up, rubbed his eyes forcefully with both hands, let out a deep breath, and said, "Check all departing flights in the next thirty minutes."
Julian hesitated for a moment, wondering, 'Did Paisley leave again?'
"Alright, I'll check right away." Julian didn't dare delay and immediately left to investigate.
The office fell silent once more, as if time had stopped.
Dominick sat motionless. He ignored the incessant ringing of both his phone and landline. Nothing else mattered to him now. He only wanted to know where Paisley was and why she left again.
Ever since he found out Rena was his daughter, he had believed there was still hope for them. Paisley's attitude toward him hadn't been as cold and harsh as before.
At the very least, they had been able to communicate briefly. The last time at the hospital, she had even joked with him. Everything was moving in the right direction.
'So where did she go? Who was the man by her side? Was it Max?' wondered Dominick.
When the plane landed at Brightmoor Airport, it was already dark.
As soon as Paisley, Leo, and the others stepped out of the airport, they saw the car that had come to pick them up.
"Ms. Sutton, please get in the car," Leo urged anxiously.
As soon as he got off the plane, Leo had informed Max and learned from him that Tyson's condition had worsened. Time was of the essence now, and they had to rush to their destination as quickly as possible.
Almost the moment she got into the car, Paisley sensed the tension in the air. Not long after the car left the airport, she noticed that another vehicle seemed to be following them. "Leo, there's a car tailing us."
Leo glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately spotted the car that wouldn't shake off. He frowned and said to the driver beside him, "Speed up. Lose them."
Worried that Paisley might be frightened, Leo turned around and reassured her. "Ms. Sutton, don't worry. They're probably just following us and won't do anything to us."
Paisley nodded slightly. She could tell that the car behind them was merely trailing them and didn't seem hostile.
It was as if they didn't care about being noticed and were just following them symbolically.
"Who are they?" Paisley asked.
Leo thought for a moment and decided not to hide it. "Most likely, someone from the Godard family arranged for them to be here. Their goal is probably to see who Max sent me to pick up. If it's a doctor, they'll likely try to stop us."
The reason they hadn't taken any action yet was that they assumed Paisley wasn't a doctor but someone close to Max. That was why they showed no concern.
At that moment, Paisley began to understand why Max had gone so far as to bring her across cities to treat Tyson.
If they had needed a doctor, Brightmoor had plenty. They could have also taken Tyson straight to a hospital. But neither Max nor Tyson had chosen that option, proving they had a compelling reason for their decision.
Now, Paisley couldn't help but doubt Max. She thought, 'What exactly is Tyson's condition? Has he refused hospital treatment on his own, or has Max deliberately kept him away to secure his position within the Godard family?'
Bringing her here might have just been a way to buy time and offer an explanation to the Godard family. If the Godard family pressed the issue, Max could simply use her as a scapegoat. There were too many unknowns for Paisley to dwell on.
The most crucial question remained: Tyson's true condition.
Regardless, she had to come to Brightmoor. She needed to see Tyson and find the answers herself.
In an old mansion in Brightmoor, Tyson lay in bed, his face deathly pale. In just a short time, his eye sockets had sunken in. His eyes were cloudy, lifeless.
He struggled to breathe, as if no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get enough air.
Max sat beside him, his brows slightly furrowed, the usual steadiness in his eyes completely gone.
Nearby, Tyson's right-hand man, Ocean Lynn, was pacing anxiously by the bedside like a cat on a hot tin roof.
Ocean was Leo's uncle. The two of them had always served by Tyson and Max's side.
"Didn't Leo go out to find a doctor? Why isn't he back yet? If he doesn't come back soon—" Ocean glanced at Tyson and swallowed the rest of his sentence.
His eyes were red with worry, but there was nothing he could do.
"Ocean, stop pacing. You're making me dizzy." Tyson said weakly. After saying that, he took a deep breath before continuing, "Sit down and chat with me."
Ocean was too anxious to sit still. Even when he finally did, he couldn't hide his restlessness. "Come on, now's not the time for chatting. You need to rest—that's the most important thing right now."
Tyson shook his head. "Just talk to me. If we don't talk now, I might not get another chance."
His gaze dimmed as he looked at Max, his eyes full of guilt. "Max, I don't think I'll make it until that doctor of yours arrives."
Max felt a bitter ache in his heart, but he kept a smile on his face. He tucked Tyson's blanket in gently. "Dad, don't say that. Just hang on a little longer. The doctor is almost here."
Tears welled up in Tyson's eyes. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to leave like this. He hadn't even reunited with his daughter yet.